The process was really, really difficult for me. Last year marked my 12th year as an elementary music educator, but I felt like a first-year teacher (and this bunny) in many ways.
I had just come off of three solid years as a stay-at-home-mama (wouldn't have traded those years for the world) and the transition was not an easy one AT ALL. I was so happy to have a job again, but quickly realized much had changed over my three-year teaching hiatus. I was in a new school in a new district in a new state. There was so much to be learned about the way this new bunch of folks did things. My confidence level about teaching took a major nosedive.
After checking my scores in disbelief about a million times, I read this sentence on an attached letter. Aaaaaaaaah.
This achievement means a lot of wonderful things for my career and for my family. I am so happy and relieved and thankful and proud.
Good luck charms work. Period.